We, the Sparky Army, decree 2008 to be the Year of the Spark. We pledge to post a new sparky story or chapter of a sparky story every day from January 1, 2008 to December 31, 2008. Though the Powers That Be have removed Elizabeth Weir from the regular cast of Stargate Atlantis, we feel that she remains an integral part of the show, and that the relationship between her and John Sheppard is too obvious to be ignored. We hope that you and anyone might happen to read these works, agree.
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AN (sparkly): This is a sequel to Year of the Spark: December 27 Wishing Well. It's sad. Set after Lifeline.
The Second Wish
He walked the wooded road to the village, lost in the pain of memories. This was a routine mission, but as all of them lately, they had to tell the people that Doctor Weir…was no longer with them. All had been deeply saddened of course – even Ladon had been.
It was hard talking about it but he usually remained strong, clinging to the hope that she was still out there and waiting. But this planet was going to be the most difficult one yet. This one held one of the most beautiful and therefore painful memories of Elizabeth.
It was here, over a year ago, that he had made his wish to be with her. Under that moonlit night she'd made him believe anything was possible, even the two of them getting together. Not too much later they'd gotten their chance. But now she was missing from his life and he was cursing every day of it.
He pushed those thoughts away for the moment, to concentrate on his walking. He felt unbalanced, as if he was going to fall. Behind him he heard Ronon and Teyla trying to calm Rodney's complaining but could care less. He just wanted this mission over with. The faster they made him walk, the better.
When he was told the news, the village leader, Haldon, looked at John with a sad understanding. He suggested they take a walk, and not wanting to stay here and be happy and polite when that was the last thing he wanted to do, he agreed.
"She was a good woman, Doctor Weir."
John cleared his throat before responding. "The best."
"I quite enjoyed her interest in our culture. She was very kind and intelligent."
Yeah, he already knew that. But it was nice to hear.
They walked along for a bit, heading to the center of the village. John spoke only a little, but Haldon talked animatedly about the time Elizabeth had spent here.
When Haldon stopped, John realized he'd been led to the wishing well. His eyes were saddened as he drew near it.
He took two wooden carved goblets that sat on the edge of the well and filled them with water. He handed one to John,
"A toast?" he suggested, "To one Doctor Elizabeth Weir."
He let the water soothe his throat that seemed unable to make a sound.
"I know last time Colonel, you were a disbeliever."
John smiled softly. "Ah, someone taught me to believe in miracles, if only for a moment."
"And you believe you need a miracle to find her Colonel?"
He merely shrugged.
"I have no doubt that your strength, determination, and love will bring the two of you back together. And in the meantime," he pulled out a coin, "it doesn't hurt to have a little more hope or luck on your side."
John nodded, looking up at the moon that had descended upon them and thought back to that night. Kissing the coin, he tossed it into the well.
Come back to me Elizabeth.